Trying my best to stay a step ahead of the bullshit consumerised materialised globalised 24/7 I am monitorised world.

I believe that hope was a hidden message at the very bottom of Pandora's box. So I will most probably continue to spend my life trying to wake giants and stir the beasts until I am crushed.

Disliking things for laughs.

Hipsters and yuppies are all the same to me and they're both very insipid, boring etc.
And boring myself with my takes and fears of humanity and this planet. Example below.

We seem to be moving further from nature by the second and as a result the global consciousness is becoming more artificially inclined.
We can create artificial eco systems and life but this can only sustain with us. Us as god so to speak.
Nature only sustains us yet we choose not to have it but destroy it. So then if nature is god then are we rejecting god? and then if we are nature do we reject ourselves?

Or is this all just our Ego. The very concept of god born into our ego itself and we really are just going to destroy most of this planet because that is in our nature.

By nature man is blind to morality "Aristotle".

That depends on the people whom notice and the genuine heart attained of them really.
So a saint or a monster and sometimes maybe both.

The greatest list of depressing films.

City Lights, Chaplin.
The Mirror (Zerkalo), Tarkovsky.
Harakiri, Kobayashi.
A woman under the influence, Cassavetes.
L' eclisse, Antonioni.
Lolita, Kubrick.
the Straight Story, Lynch.
Breaking the waves, Trier.
The Apartment, Wilder.
El Topo, Jodorowsky.
Harold & Maude, Ashby.
In a year with 13 moons, Fassbinder.
Paris Texas, Wenders.
The Goldrush, Chaplin.
Days of heaven, Malick.
Au hasard Bathazar, Bresson.
Dersu Uzala, Kurosawa.
Crawlspace, Breaking Bad. Not a film but if only a lot of films could be this good. Oh and it concludes with the greatest psycho laughing fit ever.
Oh and the many works by Maya Deren in particular
Meshes of the afternoon.
The Edge of Heaven, Fatih Akin.
Oh and chuck those I 'talians DeSica and Visconti for good measure.
Bunuel and Fellini can arm wrestle it out while Lynch gets the drinks.
Salo, or the 120 days of sodom. Pasolini. The most evolutionary deconstructive image put to film.
Lancelot du lac. Yes Bresson is the greatest behind the lense.

Albums,

American pop: an audio history. 250 somethin archive recordings of yank songs before the 40's.
Television Personalities, The painted world.
The Wipers, Over the edge.
Captain Beefheart, Trout mask replica.
Robert Wyatt, Rockbottom.
Alan Vega, Collision drive.
Bob Dylan, Another side.
Can, Future days.
Patti Smith, Horses & Banga.
Blind Willie Mctell, 1927-33 the early years.
Wire, Pink Flag.
Depeche Mode, Songs of Faith anddevotion.
Tom Waits, Swordfish trombones.
Big star, Sister/lovers.
Fela Kuti, No Agreement
Nikki Sudden, Waiting on Egypt (This could actually be the greatest punk album of all time).

And basically any artist who would sound wacked in a jukebox of a darkened scumhole of a dive bar.

My ultimate acid or mushie hazed playlist,

Can, Little star of bethlehem.
Genesis, Back in NYC.
Throbbing gristle, Beachy head.
Captain beefheart, Autumns child.
Neu, Leb 'Wohl.
Beach boys, Don't talk (put your head on my shoulder).
Velvet underground, Here she comes now.
Pink Floyd, Echoes.
Syd Barrett, Late night.
The Walker brothers, The electrician.
Wire, A touching display.
The Beatles, I'm only sleeping.
Brian Eno, On some faraway beach.

To listen to "Safe as Milk" & "To bring me my love" albums by
PJ Harvey & Beefheart back to back in a desert.

TV, the more sociopaths in them the better.

Breaking Bad, Sopranos, The Wire, Dexter, Justified, Deadwood, Six feet under, Arrested development, Louis, the shield

Writers,
Chekhov, Kafka, London, Lorca, Kerouac, Voltaire, Bukowski.
Stanislaw Lem, Ferlinghetti, Hafiz, Juan Rulfo, Michael McClure.
Tolstoy, Bruno schulz, Whitman, Keats.

"Journey to the end of the night" by Louis- Ferdinand Celine.
This is the book I never ever wanted to finish because I feared if I did I would die. The ultimate literary shot of morphine.
G novel writers,
A Moore, Clowes, Pekar, Ware.

Artists,
Goya, Munch, Sarah Lucas, Freud, Bacon, Carrington, Pollock, Manet, Velazquez, Rothko, Ben Quilty, Hockney.

Bill Hicks.

All i couldn't do without is my soul.

Trying to find other things i couldn't do without.
Finding reasons why the world needs people.

Getting worked up on having to work Mon-Friday and then being let off the chain only for the weekend, and how i am going to escape from the clutches of our beautifully obedient and numbing society.
This usually involves a hard drink.

Willing to admit to almost anything and that would be more interesting than any self summary i try to write.

For laughs though.
Pulp fiction is shite. There i said it.

You are pissed off and cynical. This will imply that you are very likely to be on the crazy side.
And definately if you don't need any bloody approval from anything or anyone.
I am crazy shy and awkward. If you can manage that then feel free to message me. I don't do games either.